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For a quote, possibly the most badass fictional battle speech ever: "Listen to me. I will not lie to you. The Nansur can afford no quarter, because they can afford no Truth! We all die this night!" He let these words ring into silence. "I know nothing of your Afterlife. I know nothing of your Gods or their greed for glory. But I do know this: In days to come, widows shall curse me as they weep! Fields shall go to seed! Sons and daughters shall be sold into slavery! Fathers shall die desolate, knowing their line is extinct! This night. I shall carve my mark into the Nansurium, and thousands shall cry out for want of my mercy!" And the spark became flame. - Scott Bakker, again. I kind of worship that man's writing. |
that is a pretty awesome battle speech.
"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door." (Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman) One of my two favourite poems, the other being The Listeners. Can a story, poetic or otherwise, be set in a cooler, more awesome way than this? And it's just such an epic poem! |
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Obligatory quote: Love's golden arrow at him should have fled, And not death's ebon dart, to strike him dead For some reason, I've always wanted to twist that line around into something like, "Better love's golden arrow from him had fled, and death's ebon dart to have struck him dead." I don't know. I'm weird. (and that's a syllable too long...) |
I like that too. :). Longer sylable counts tend to be harder to pull off I think, because it's easy to run the lines too long and lose the melody. That's a nice one.
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I was gonna mention William's pre-battle speech in Braveheart, before I realized that's not literature XD I fail at my own thread.
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I liked Theoden's in LOTR: RotK. Of course, that would not be literature either, but I did like some of his comments in the battle of helm's deep, pre-charge, in the book. Now if I had the book I would dig them up.
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Off the top of my head, something along the lines of...
"Arise, arise riders of Theoden! Fell deeds awake, fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield shall be shriven, now for wrath, now for ruin, and a red nightfall! Forth, Eorlingas!" I may be combining the two... Eomer's death-song is pretty epic, too. |
I find it interesting that most of our favourite quotes come from The Bard...he was one dirty minded guy, but he definitely sticks with you. My favourites:
'Oh what fools these mortals be.' 'Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright, in the forests of the night...' <-pretty much the whole of that poem, but that first line always gets me '"You're either crazy or stupid." "You mean I get a choice?!"' I'm sure I have more, but these are the ones that first come to mind. Also, entertained by the love of Poe...I enjoy his stuff, but only so far as the knowledge that I'm distantly related to him.... |
Oh, actually, speaking of Tolkien, I can't believe I forgot my favorite line from the Silmarillion:
Be he friend or foe, whether demon of Morgoth or Elf, or child of Men, or any other living thing in Arda, neither law, nor love, nor league of hell, nor might of Valar, nor any power of wizardry, shall defend him from the pursuing hate of Feanor's sons, if he take or find a Silmaril and keep it. For the Silmarils we alone claim, until the the world ends. |
All of those are awesome!
And yeah, i love The Highwayman and The Listeners for the rhythm (? i'm having a spell-fail day . . .) you can't beat it. Loreena McKennitt sings it and it sounds fantastic! Though she misses out one of the stanzas, but then, it's a ten-minute song without it. I guess i love the sense of sitting before a fireplace in winter and hearing the stories feeling that i get from them. "But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller’s call." My fave part of The Listeners, by Walter De La Mare |
I like that one as well, though my inner poetry critic makes me wrinkle my nose at "moonlight" and "moonbeams" used within a line of each other, but that's just my personal preference. I may just have an irrational dislike of the word "moonbeams"...
Anyway, The Ravaged Face Outlandish as a circus, the ravaged face Parades the marketplace, lurid and stricken By some unutterable chagrin, Maudlin from leaky eye to swollen nose. Two pinlegs stagger underneath the mass. Grievously purpled, mouth skewered on a groan, Past keeping to the house, past all discretion --- Myself, myself! --- obscene, lugubrious. Better the flat leer of the idiot, The stone face of the man who dosen't feel, The velvet dodges of the hypocrite : Better, better, and more acceptable To timorous children, to the lady on the street. O Oedipus. O Christ. You use me ill. --Sylvia Plath |
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very nice, very vivid imagery. |
Whilst trying to think of other quotes, I remembered Shelly's drama, Prometheus Unbound, of which I've only ever read one scene, but it's always stuck with me. (That play has been on my list to read for years, I just never remember to.)
Anyways, spoiled since it's an epically long speech. |
long indeed; i'd have hated to pull that speech in Lit. class, though Hecate's in Macbeth is a similar length and i don't mind reading hers, go figure :D
"Have I not reason, beldams as you are, Saucy and overbold? How did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death; And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never called to bear my part Or show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you. But make amends now: get you gone And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i' th' morning. Thither he Will come to know his destiny. Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and everything beside. I am for th' air. This night I'll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end. Great business must be wrought ere noon. Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vap'rous drop profound; I'll catch it ere it come to ground: And that, distilled by magic sleights, Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion. He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace, and fear: And you all know security Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Hark! I am called. My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud and stays for me." Hecate's Monologue from Act 3 Scene 5 (i think; working from memory) Not as long as your's though Suzerain, your's is epic-length :D |
I wonder if Prometheus Unbound is ever performed. It doesn't have much in the way of stage directions from what I remember, and it's described as a "lyrical drama" so I'm not really sure. I'd love to see it, if it was, though. I imagine Quiet knows.
Also, Macbeth was always my favorite play of Shakespeare's. I just wish I had the motivation to read his plays again since it's hard to separate the memory of the play itself from the horrid atmosphere of high school I had them presented to me in. Of course, I'm heading to university for English, now, so I imagine I'll get my chance. :p And, for a quote, a short one I like from Steven Erikson's Toll the Hounds: "The dust dreams of the world it had once been. But the dust, alas, does not command the wind." |
I like that one; pretty and simple. Another couple i like are;
"Does the walker choose their path or the path the walker?" "What happens to the dream when the dreamer awakes?" Can't remember where i read them though, two different stories i think, at least. |
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